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poems by Olaf Korder
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his voice really had such a boyish tone
that almost scorched my telephone
we made an appointment for half past eight
so now i am waiting for my date
in a downtown bar i happen to know
with fifteen minutes or more to go.
someone enters and shuts the door
would that be him, did we speak before?
by the time i order my third glass of beer
it's really getting crowded in here
two girls giggling, screaming with laughter
students behaving increasingly dafter
meanwhile the clock shows way past ten
i decide i've done tonight with men
i scorn myself for being so blind
till he has finally left my mind
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